Since 1987 Admiral's Row—the set of stately officers' homes and other historic buildings along Flushing Avenue near the southwest corner of the Brooklyn Navy Yard—has fallen further into disrepair as the city negotiated the transfer of the property (the last part of the yard not under its control) from the federal government. Today, at last, Senator Chuck Schumer will announce at a press conference that the terms of the transfer have been agreed upon, and the city will move ahead with its plans for the site.
The news of Crossing Brooklyn Ferry came shortly after another music festival announcement involving the Dessners: this one from the long-running concert series All Tomorrow’s Parties. The National would be curating the festival in December; it will also serve as their sole appearance in the United Kingdom this year. Looking down the list of artists playing, one began to see some familiar names: My Brightest Diamond; Owen Pallett; Kronos Quartet.
How many old laptops/cameras/iPods/cell phones/Discmans/Walkmans/Game Boys/etc. do you have crammed into boxes under your bed? Is your bed actually made of obsolete but difficult to dispose of electronics? Well it's about to get much easier to divest yourself of your old gadgets responsibly after a new permanent e-waste warehouse opens in Gowanus next week.
Movie directors and screenwriters have been drawn to TV for decades as a canvas for their more elaborate ideas. David Lynch’s Twin Peaks is probably the most famous example, and now as much a part of his oeuvre as any of his films. More recently, writer Alan Ball created Six Feet Under and True Blood, while director Neil Jordan (The Crying Game) is behind the two-season old The Borgias.
Dylan Baldi’s first two efforts as Cloud Nothings were lo-fi pop punk affairs, and though not without their charms, they were missing something; they felt too thin, with a certain lack of eagerness that often comes from home recordings. Baldi solves that problem here by making everything bigger and better: bigger hooks and choruses, better lyrics and musicianship, and most importantly, bigger and better production, courtesy of Steve Albini. Predictably, the drums sound huge. But how does it hold up live? Amazingly well.
Though only North Carolinians will be able to vote on the state's proposed anti-gay marriage amendment come May 8, assistant director of NC Amendment One: The Musical! and NYU student Joe Ehrman-Dupre made a fine point when he explained to NYU Local, the university's unofficial blog, "Even if you aren’t a citizen of North Carolina, you are or can be supporters of marriage equality, a right being threatened all across our country." Ehrman-Dupre and UNC Chapel Hill students Rachel Kaplan and Jordan Imbrey decided to write a musical in protest of the amendment, reinventing Mark Shaiman's star-studded Prop 8: The Musical as a blueprint for their own. Prop 8 brought in a singing Jack Black to play Jesus, but the jewel in NC Amendment One's crown is easily George Washington, the musical's crooner of reason, complete with his own cardboard boat. While glitter-bombing may be a temporarily satisfying way to piss off homophobic politicians, nothing sells "gay rights!" to the people like a good, old-fashioned song and dance in jaunty rainbow boxer shorts.
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So, Ben, Moneyball is a story about baseball, which means it's a story about America, right? It's a redemption story, but more to the point an American Dream story, a practically Capraesque affirmation of America, though perhaps a bit more complex; Billy Beane (Brad Pitt) has the financial disadvantage as the general manager of the Oakland A's—they're the runts of capitalism, with one-third of the payroll of the Yankees—but he chips away at their hegemony through his determination and intelligence; or, at least, the smarts to employ and listen to people smarter than him (Jonah Hill). Strangely, Beane struck me as a Mitt Romney figure; his solution to solving baseball's "medieval thinking" sounded awfully Bain Capital-esque, making systems more efficient by breaking hoary shibboleths about prizing people over statistics. Moneyball sort of celebrates a profits (i.e. wins)-over-people approach, doesn't it? Although Beane also succeeds only when he becomes less like Romney (in affect if not ideology)—when he drops the cold and distant thing and connects with his players.
Eight Sexiest Pulp Moments
The sax at the end of “This Is Hardcore,” the beginning of “Sylvia,” etc.
Ten Best Jarvis Cocker Outfits
Nine suave selections, followed by this one, which is ALWAYS the best.
Seven Best Song Meanings.net Interpretations of Pulp Songs
"Deborah sounds like a right asshat,” about “Disco 2000.”
One Reason I Hate Stub Hub
Because there’s already over 500 Pulp Radio City tickets there.
Those are all terrible ideas. I’m sorry to have wasted your time. Just remember that tickets for Pulp at Radio City Music Hall go on-sale at 10 a.m. Link here, but please don’t get better seats than me. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to write, “Sixteen Reasons Why Pulp Is Better Than Blur,” and no one wants that.
J.J.'s Navy Yard Cocktail Lounge, a century-long tenant (famous dubbed "the scariest bar in Brooklyn" by the Times) at the corner of Flushing Avenue and Washington Street across from the Brooklyn Navy Yard and the main entrance to Steiner Studios until it was closed and promptly gutted in the fall of 2010, will soon be reborn as the newest locations of chain "restaurants" Dunkin' Donuts and Subway.
Forget about electricity, running water, modern sanitation and food preservation; what did people do before GIFs? Well, it turns out that some were busy entertaining themselves with stereoscopes, instruments that allowed people to view 3D images from two slightly different photographs superimposed on top of one another. The New York Public Library has a collection of more than 40,000 of these images, but it took an accidental discovery by NYPL patron Joshua Heineman to find that these stereographs could be made into a modern, internet-friendly form of entertainment—ah yes, the GIF.
Heineman discovered the 19th century GIF in his final year of college. He writes for the Huffington Post, "I was downloading digital snapshots to my laptop when I got a fleeting sense of 3D as the preview screen flicked quickly between two similar shots. I located the individual photos and flipped back and forth between them continually." He then decided to try and apply the effect to the NYPL's stereograph collection, which culminated in an art project for Heineman's blog. The New York Public Library then enthusiastically picked up the idea, and with Heineman created something called the stereogranimator, a stereograph GIF-maker.
The woman told the police that she met the younger Mr. Kelly on the street and that the two went to South Street Seaport for drinks on Oct. 8. They then proceeded to her office at a Lower Manhattan law firm. The woman told the police that the rape occurred at the office. The two continued to have contact by phone and text message after the encounter.
According to the woman’s account, when her boyfriend later learned about the night, he became angry. He then approached the police commissioner at a public event and told him that the younger Mr. Kelly had sexually assaulted his girlfriend.
The commissioner, according to the woman’s account, told him to write a letter. It was unclear if the man did so.
Yuck. I can't imagine how hard it has to be to come forward with something like that about the thug Commissioner's kid. If (when) the accuser's name gets out, she is going to spend the rest of her life being harassed by assholes.
In case you're in the mood to do some further reading about why talking openly about rape is important, allow me to recommend Emily McCombs's incredible, heartbreaking piece "Why I Talk About Rape".
Between with the arrival of Frieze and NADA in May (4th-7th) and the usual fanfare surrounding the Armory Show and attendant fairs in March, it seems we'll be awash in art fair news for the next four months—just as Paddy Johnson predicted—and the latest from Frieze is promising: the London fair has commissioned eight artists to create site-specific installations on Randall's Island that will amount to "a temporary pop-up village." Go on...
It's a big week for Lana Del Rey, her album having now officially leaked, at last providing grounds on which to judge her, and it's always a big week for Blink-182. So, sure, why not this? SPIN editor Chris Weingarten brought up a fair point on Twitter last night, suggesting Ms. Del Rey's shiniest star to date, "Video Games," mimics the chords to Blink's suicide-is-serious public service announcement, "Adam's Song," from their 1999 album, Enema of the State. Within an hour, one of the mash-up artists in The Stereo Bomb superimposed her vocals with their chords, noting that Blink's contribution was slid down a minor third for maximum impact. You know what to do: Listen, judge, update social media outlets with your findings.
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